Tag Archives: t-shirts

Oh, my aching neck

Really big necklaces.

Like…HUGE.

big disc necklaceI see them everywhere on the subway these days.

Women are wearing them with the expected dresses and business suits, but also with casual tees and jeans.

I mentioned they are HUGE, right?

Some I like. Most not so much.

But I have noticed one very strange phenomena — and I admit, I am generalizing, but have seen enough to claim a trend — many of the women who favor these really big (HUGE) necklaces seem to think wearing them diverts attention from the rest of their person.

So, no need to do their hair. Or put on even the tiniest bit of makeup. Just don the really big necklace, and it will do the heavy lifting for their ensemble.

Or, I guess in this case, the heavy pulling down of their neck toward the ground.

Not working.

4 wrongs make a blog

Inspiration comes in many forms. Graffiti. Photography. T-shirts. T-shirts of t-shirts.

Let me explain.

Last week the Marc Jacobs store in New York City’s Soho neighborhood was hit by street artist Kidult.

Well…at least the ginormous graffiti said ‘art.’

That may sound like bright-side thinking.  But Marc Jacobs went one step further.

The label created t-shirts bearing a photo of the abused storefront and is selling them for a whopping $689 exclusively at the Soho store.

I believe that’s known as ‘high art.’

Kidult has denounced Marc Jacobs as a ‘capitalist thieve’ on Twitter.  And Tumblr Wilfry has decided to make some bucks off the very public altercation by selling their version for only $35.

And I’m telling the story.  Of the artist who spray painted Marc Jacobs. Who made t-shirts of the graffiti.  Who ticked off the artist.  Who was copied again in a tee by Tumbler Wilfry.

And everyone made money but me.

Yep.  Sounds like a blog.

Lovely litter

I’ve often heard people say Manhattan is a ‘filthy city,’ but I just don’t see it.

Maybe that’s because Justin Gignac is selling all our garbage.

Justin is an artist based in Soho.  When a colleague poo-poo’ed the importance of package design, Justin took it as a professional challenge.  He grabbed the one thing no one would ever want to buy and packaged it in such a way that they would.

Garbage of New York City was born.

It’s real trash from the streets of Manhattan, although Justin swears it’s odor-free. Each cube is dated and signed by the artist.

His first cube came from Times Square, where I’m sure you can collect some seriously gross garbage, iffin you’re of a mind.

He’s also made special edition cubes — at equally special prices — for such righteous refuse as Obama’s Inauguration and the Yankees Victory Parade.

Who would buy garbage, you ask?  Some 1,300 folks from over 29 different countries to date.  And really, isn’t it a far more artistic way to recycle than rinsing out milk cartons?

So, during your next family vacation or theatre weekend in New York City, be better than souvenir t-shirts or a miniature Statue of Liberty.  Demand clear cubes of certified New York City waste products — your friends will love ’em!

And my neighborhood will stay minty fresh…

Branded

We all have name brand products that we love.

I prefer Pepsi products to Coke.  Jif Peanut Butter over Skippy.  Cheetos to any ‘imitation’ cheese puff.

But would I willingly get a tattoo of a favorite brand logo if it meant a 20 percent discount for life?

Not even.

But that is exactly what Ecko Unlimited is currently purposing to its brand faithful.  And they appear to be perfectly seriously.

The popular line of t-shirts, denim, polos, and sneakers is offering a 20 percent life-time discount to anyone who gets a tattoo of the brand’s iconic rhino or shears on their person.

Sound like a deal?

Before you run out and invest in a new tramp stamp, do the math.  If the Ecko Unlimited tee you are jonesin’ for retails at $30, the brand permanently decorating your backside only saves you $6.

Six bucks!

They expect people to turn themselves into a billboard for that?  Sorry, Ecko — personal real estate carries a far heftier price.